(A)toning: Basing an Unlicensed Stand by Hoya Dolling

Hoya Dolling's drawing

imbued by a sense of blue, 

berry not in lactose-less latte 

thickened by cornstarch powder I spilled, 

extending among four to five 

hundred descending caresses spin to the approved hue fighting your eye; departed from the surface weather— you'll say any day, 

you would have felt better: 

lighter than Columbidae memorabilia, blanketing cracks that cry war on your dear mother's back to 

reverse the cyanotype— 

fade stains so 

the looney that leaves you; 

I wonder what to do, 

whether to 

powder you in orange juice though neither of us pucker citrus 

smiles— 

let's start a lemonade stand to 

fade golden to ash, 

then see where on the wheel 

you land